[the in the back ground is the forest, the sound of water is near by. Alia is walking holding her journal in front of her. Despite the weather she wears a hunter green cloak to hide her wings.]I want to learn to swim... I want to learn to live like i belong here and not feel i need to run to the desert every time something odd happens ( Read more... )

[despite earlier remarks about not wanting to leave the house, Alia might be spied hurrying down the street, her hunter green clock on, the hood up. Her eyes upturned to the beautiful display in the sky.]

I hope he's awake.

[rushing towards house 17 to find Kotaro, Alia is a bit caught up and not entirely paying attention to whats going on around ( Read more... )

[It had taken some time, but Alia had found the recipe she sought. It had not been the recipe that had be the hard part, or even the ingredients, that now sat heavy in the basket that hung around her wrist. The hard part would be figuring out this blasted thing they called a 'waffle iron'. Heading through the center of the village back towards ( Read more... )

[Alia is walking slowly among trees, wearing some colorful sundress, and smiling blissfully, as she would usually do after a good fight. But she shows no sign of fighting, is anything she seems more calm that normal, her bright glowing eyes alive with joy.] The sky here really is beautiful, and if you only take a moment to look the forest can be as ( Read more... )

This place is Absurd.
Are there any Sane adults here at all?
I've grown tired of these walls, surely there must be something exciting to see in this wretched place?
Prehaps somewhere I could get some new clothes? Hiking boots? A Thumper?

I don't know where I am or how I got to this god forsake place. There are others here... all smiling and seemingly going about their lives. What.... what is wrong with you people!? How can you let your selves be captured here? There must be a way out ( Read more... )